A MIND COMPLETELY BITTEN BY THE SERPENT OF SEX "You may think that the Grand Tour is about politics, & culture, & art, and you would be quite right; but it is also about gambling, and drinking, and sex. Particularly sex."

Memories of this year,without checking: that incredible handjob from Manuela in Burggasse Peep. The best handjob ever, and I came TWICE. Never happened before. I never saw her name on the website after that day; did receiving a glob of my —– on her face make her want to give up?! The massive erections I had in 5th Avenue with Betty, and Lucy, and going to room with Lucy. First meeting and —- with Jackie in WSK. —- dancing fully naked for me, no shoes, no stockings, no nothing, and letting me touch her tits, and press my erection against her. —-‘s arse in that black thong. Adelina in Manhattan.

So 1915 New Year’s Eve. Another hour or so to go then looks like I will have to walk all the way back to Green Park to pick up a bus to Victoria.
The new headphones are rubbish, and don’t look AT ALL as sexy as the ones I tried on from lost property, despite supposedly being the same make. They do not look the same at all. As bulky as the Tinchy Stryder ones (and quite frankly as a really white man I felt ridiculous sitting there with Tinchy Stryder headphones on), and they do not block ANY noise from outside. I put my little ones back in and the sound was instantly louder and stronger. Waste of money. And too bulky to take on holiday as well.
So New Year’s Eve. 13 days till Brussels. But what to do Monday & Tuesday? Victoria Beer House and try Zara or Mary perhaps. Nothing else.